Chapter Thirty-Two
Chloe
I wake up to the feeling of someone playing with my hair. And, for a moment, I freak out. I’ve been sleeping so hard, I’m disoriented, and I forget that I’m no longer in Galveston. Until, I feel something hard against my ass and then I know exactly where I am. I’m in bed with the sexiest man in the world and it feels like he is very happy that I’m here with him, too.
I turn over to ask him what the time is and before I can say anything, his mouth is on mine. Any question I had just flew out of my head. He keeps kissing me like it’s our last day on earth. I get the feeling we aren’t waiting until tomorrow for him to hear my story.
Wondering if I should stop him and remind him of our last conversation, I start to pull back and he just pulls me closer. Oh hell, I’m not going to even try to pretend I want to stop and talk.
He pulls my t-shirt over my head and I suck in a breath. This is really happening! I tell myself that if I start freaking out, I’m going to kick my own ass. As if he can tell my inner turmoil, he pulls back and looks into my eyes. Neither of us are saying anything. I know he is giving me the option to stop or continue. Instead of answering him verbally, I just reach down and start to tug at his sleep pants. He helps me pull them off and suddenly I am faced with a very large and aroused man.
I tell myself to get it together…I’ve seen him before…and I know exactly how big he is. But, I wasn’t concerned at the time because I knew we weren’t going to have sex. The light from the bathroom shines into the room and he can see the worry on my face.
He cups my cheek and says, “You know I’ll never hurt you, princess.”
My voice wobbles a little and I say, “Yes, you will. There’s no way you’re going to fit inside me and not hurt me.”
He pulls me down into what I call “our position” and says, “I can’t say it’s not going to hurt at all. But, I will do everything in my power to make it as painless as possible. Don’t build it up in your mind. Let’s see if I can take your mind off of it. When I’m done, if you’re still worried, we will stop.”
Looking up at him, I ask, “What about waiting until you hear my story?”
He is quiet for a moment and then hugs me. The next thing he says makes me want to shackle him to me for life!
“I was wrong to ever say that. I don’t care about your story. You’re mine, no matter what has happened to you, and no matter what you think you’ve done, nothing is changing the fact that I’m not ever letting you go again.”
I know then that I don’t care about a little pain; I want this man as close to me as humanly possible.
With my thoughts evidently showing on my face, Jayson leans down and kisses me. And, it feels different this time. He is always sweet, but this time I could feel the restrained possessiveness in his kiss. I need to feel that possession. When you are deprived of love and physical touch, getting it is like an addict taking a hit. At this moment, I would do anything to have him take over my body. I pull him closer to me, bury my fingers in his hair, and pull his bottom lip into my mouth, biting it. It’s like freeing a prisoner from a long time jail sentence and I crave every minute of it.
All of a sudden, Jayson pulls my arms over my head, securing them with his hand, and I feel so owned. This is what I want, what I need from him.
He gets closer to me and I think he is going to kiss me again, but instead he stares into my face and says, “Don’t, Chloe.” I look at him in surprise and he says, “Don’t do that again.” I can see the conflict on his face and he says, “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I pull one of my hands from his and run my fingers over his gorgeous lips and say, “I’ve told you before; you could never hurt me. Not even when you tried in Galveston.”
He looks away and I feel like shit for reminding him. But, I need him to know that I trust him implicitly and he needs to trust himself.
Shaking his head, he says, “I’m fucking this up. I feel like I’m the virgin.”
At that, we both laugh, and it lightens the mood.
Then he looks at me seriously and says, “In a way, I am. I’ve always just fucked before. I’ve never made love to a woman because I’ve never felt like this about anyone. The love I feel for you almost scares me because you own me.” Tears start to fill my eyes and he says, “No crying, baby.” Of course, that just brings them on even heavier.
He begins wiping the tears away and says, “Turn over.”
I do it immediately and he straddles my hips without putting his full weight on me. He begins massaging my neck and shoulders. Every few strokes, he moves up to my head and massages me there as well. I start to feel like a limp noodle...but, a very turned on limp noodle.
I start to tell him that I want him to love me now , but he just gives my shoulders a squeeze and slides further down my body. He begins massaging my ass and I feel like I’m on fire. I just thought I felt like an addict when he was touching me before. Who in the hell knew getting your butt massaged was such a turn-on? Or maybe I’m just a freak. I’ll worry about it later. If I’m a weirdo, I’ll just add it to my long list for therapy later.
I know he can hear the whimpers coming out of my mouth the more he massages me.
Learning down, he whispers in my ear in that growly voice he has when he’s turned on. “Do you like this, princess?” Without waiting for an answer, he says, “You’re sensitive here. Did you know that the ass has a large amount of nerve endings?” I want to laugh at his medical evaluation, but I’m scared he might stop. He says, “That’s why people like to be spanked. I think we’re going to have some fun with that.”
I push my hips into the mattress needing relief and I hear him laugh quietly. It looks like dirty Jayson has come out to play and I’m not saying anything that might make him stop.
I feel the mattress move and I turn my head to see him standing behind me. He looks so beautiful. The bathroom light shines enough that I can see the heat in his gorgeous green eyes that always make me melt. I decide that playtime is over with and try to get up so I can have some fun of my own.
He reaches down and squeezes my leg and says, “Don’t move.” He says it quietly, but I can feel the command in it and my body automatically responds.
Continuing with the massage, he kneads the muscles of my thighs and calves. He even massages each foot…I’m so thankful I got a pedicure recently…and right now, I’m thinking I need his hands on the more pertinent parts of my body. I decide that the massage has gone on long enough and just like if he has been reading my body for years, he stops. The next thing I know I feel his lips on the back of my calves.
He licks and kisses all the way up my legs until he gets to my ass. He begins placing soft kisses all over each cheek and right now, I feel like I could orgasm from this alone. This promises good things for me. I’m so delirious that it startles me when he flips me over. His face is right in line with my pussy and we just stare at each other. He smiles with the most devilish smile I’ve ever seen come across his face.
Leaning down, he takes a long lick from the bottom to the top, stopping short of my clit. I want to scream in frustration. I’m so turned on, if he would just do a little more, I’m going to come like a freight train. My legs start to shake as he opens me with his fingers and begins licking and kissing my pussy. It feels so good but it’s just not enough!
I whisper loudly as I can, “I need more Jayson, please!”
He doesn’t say a word, but lets me know I’m not in control by avoiding my clit and keeping me on edge.
All of a sudden he stops and moves up my body and says, “I forgot something.”
I’m barely coherent enough to say, “You did?”
He says, “Yes, I did. I fucking love your tits, princess. They’re made for my hands, my mouth and my tongue.”
With that, he takes my nipple into his mouth and begins to suck. My hips automatically move upwards with each tug. Moving over, he repeats the process with the other breast and I’m becoming frantic. I wonder if anyone else in the house can hear my moans. Right as I feel like I’m about to come, he moves back down and sucks my clit into his mouth just as he pinches both of my nipples. All of the stimulation is too much and I have the hardest orgasm of my life. My whole body trembles and I can feel my pussy clenching over and over; I can’t scream or even moan, I just lay there reveling in the response he just pulled from my body.